Transatlantic translation of the caper flick

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As
the history of the form demonstrates, and The
Italian Job nicely illustrates, the big caper flick, depending which side
of the Atlantic it hails from, generally moves in one of two different
cinematic directions. In Europe, the film about some carefully planned,
immensely complicated, and highly lucrative theft usually takes on comic
overtones, with the crooks often portrayed as amiable bunglers and their crime
as an exercise in farcical futility. In America, on the other hand, the movie
usually deals quite soberly with the central crime --- as in many other fields
of endeavor, we tend to lead the world in criminal activity, after all --- and
shows its execution and effect as a mostly serious business.

The original Italian Job, a British picture directed by Peter Collinson,
appeared in 1969 and starred Michael Caine, Noel Coward, and Benny Hill, whose
presence underlines the movie's style and tone. Coward played an imprisoned
crime boss who masterminds a big robbery in Turin, Italy, that involves
creating a mammoth traffic jam that will frustrate the police and demand a
considerable amount of tricky driving from his gang. Its fine cast, the
exciting chases, and the unusual and highly successful casting of Coward
provide a good deal of fun in keeping with the comedic slant of the European
versions of the form.

The title of the new Italian Job is something of a misnomer,
since the film only uses Italy for its opening sequences. Those sequences show
a gang of expert thieves, led by John Bridger (Donald Sutherland), attempting
to pull off Bridger's last big score: stealing a safe full of gold bars in
Venice. They perform underwater surgery on the safe and flee with the gold in
speedboats, pursued by the police, through the gorgeous canals of that
remarkable city. The picture, in effect, begins all over again when the thieves
fall out; or, rather, when one of them, Steve Frezelli (Edward Norton),
double-crosses his colleagues, shoots Bridger, and leaves the rest to die in
the cold waters of an Alpine lake, taking off with the whole $35 million-worth
of solid gold.

The gang manages to survive the
shooting and the sinking, of course, and resolves to pursue their former
partner, punish him for his betrayal, and steal back the gold. They find him in
Los Angeles, dwelling in a grand mansion equipped with all the usual luxuries
and virtually impregnable security, happily enjoying the fruits of all their
labors. They must then embark on the second complicated scheme of the film, the
robbery that occupies most of the movie's time and provides the central caper
--- really a sort of Italian-American job.

Big caper films naturally depend
upon a recognition of the importance of machinery, in all senses of the word.
They demand, for example, the coordination of a group of disparate people, each
with a particular talent and, therefore, a particular role to play. The
pictures employ the latest in technology to work their complicated magic. And
such films obey the strictures of the clock --- another mechanism ---
depending, for their suspense, on an awareness of time. When the caper goes
wrong, as the rules demand, the fault always lies with some unpredictable human
error, an organic disruption of the blind, cold logic of the machine ---
people, somehow, cannot quite behave so coolly and orderly as an artificial
device.

The gang in this remake consists of
the usual specialists: the planner, Charlie Croker (Mark Wahlberg), who has
taken on Sutherland's mantle; an explosives expert, Left-Ear (Mos Def); a
skilled driver, Handsome Rob (Jason Statham); and the mandatory computer whiz,
Lyle (Seth Green), without whom no contemporary caper flick could possibly
succeed. The group also adds a new and most attractive member, Stella Bridger
(Charlize Theron), an expert locksmith and safecracker who previously worked
for legitimate enterprises, but is now out to revenge her father's murder.

Within a narrow window of time, and
working against a quarry as wily and expert as themselves (who also knows they
intend to rob him), the gang must figure out a way to foil all the security,
discover the whereabouts of the gold, and carry it away with them. This job
also requires the creation of a colossal traffic jam --- and Los Angeles
provides a far larger and more crowded canvas for that particular work than
Turin --- and, as in the first movie, the brilliant deployment of a trio of
Mini Coopers. The gang drives their little cars in an epic, exuberant chase
sequence through the clogged streets and sidewalks of Los Angeles; down
stairways, through buildings and subway tunnels; fleeing automobiles, motorcycles,
and a helicopter.

In keeping with the mechanical
quality and import of its form, the movie requires very little of its actors,
and they mostly respond in kind. The short, square, impassive Wahlberg
generally resembles an inert object, and, therefore, makes an appropriate choice
for the gang leader. Everybody else functions pretty much according to a
well-tested formula, and Theron, as usual, looks very lovely throughout.

In its new incarnation, The Italian Job lacks the sly comedy of
the original, but often makes up for that deficiency with the gleaming polish
of contemporary American cinema technology.